Charrons Chatter
after hesitation

I paused,

losing or,

I stopped short,

far from harbor

I shipwrecked,

kindling new fire

with the only or left
–had it been or right, I’d have used it a’sea—

I divined,

and though the burn melted what

little ice floe remained,

the smoke





and design I did…

stranded in time that bore no stigmatizing measure.

hearing the silence

I perceived.

a lens of truest sight.

About Charron's Chatter

I bring to you an arrow, whole, Use it, or break it, But if you choose to take it --Know-- With it also, I will go. © Karen Robiscoe @1992

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